Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-01-28
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The fall came early in Eden.
A SLING at beauty means a ia,
ever.
A LONESOME spot-the pawnb,o
shop.
A GREAT sponge is usually o,
soaker.
AN EYEWITNESS must also be :,
witness.
IT is singular thing that ever,
who could be q first-rate humor;.,
paragraph writer if he wanted to =.
wants to.
WE sometimes hear Of a corD.>
corn, the result Of speculation. i
also not unusual to find corn.,
corn, the result of disti:lation.
MIR. O'Bn1EN, you are not al,o,I
to smoke your pipe in this shop" \
jahers, it's not me pipe Tn smokiO
the tobaccy. "-Detroit Free Pres,
REG1NALD-Cruel, cruel fate! Vi
fathers refusal. Angelina, will, III
drive me to an early grave: Ano,,l
How early, Reginald, how carlsl
Tid-Bits.
MISTRESS Ito servant)-Your nan.
what? Culinary, mum. NIistr,
Yes, but what is your surname? d
My sir name? Why, mum. nsI
had any. I'm not man. lid Btu
"WHAr are you doing?" exclajn|
the father of an s-year-old, who n
been frescoing the old nuns ball n
with pictures. Painting rabbits
you so you'll have hares. p Cart PM
zeEs Uicehly.
1T is the general belief that the ID
is always soaring in the clouds; tbx
a fallacy. There is not much soa,
him when the landlord comes in by,
back way with his monthly rent bill
Boston Courier.
JUNIOR pARTNER-I tell you I Til
your policy in this matter is all wror
Senior partner Grritably)-It does
make any difference what you thin
Junior-What! am 1 to have nothing
say about it? Senior-Not wo,
you're @ silent partner.
TL1pK1Ns-I went into q restaurs
last night and ordered pork and bes
for supper and what do you supposstl
waiter brought me? Softop-Grs
up. How should l know? FlipHps
Pork and beans, you chump. Now;
'em up.-Ca1I Pretzeps Weekly.
"IF it wasn't fer one thing, boy
said an old farmer, as he got down fl
his wagon, I'D bet any amount
money on tibet bay colt O. mine trot
a mile in 2:263. I'd bet million
lars eff [ had it." The crowd laugl
derisively. "What is the one thin
asked one of the crowd. "The dista
is too far for the time"
"GoLLY, what a beak!" said lie
boy to crowd of his fellows the Of
day, rs man with q luminous prol
els passed the corner "Soy, Gu
get on to de nose!" Ellis nibs
paintin' de town, an de color slop
over" exclaimed one of the Ar
"He wasn't dom it with no water col
you bet. Dat trunk cost a heap.
Chicago Ledger.
HUsDANp-You know that DIE
Mrs. f.? Wife--For goodness So
John, don't talk about that pretty
T. l can't so anywhere without HI
ing her praises sounded, until 1 am
to death of the sound of her nal
Husband-I was only going to
you of o rumor 1 heard about her
day. Wife-A rumor? Oh, John,
me all about it; that's a good soul
Ne,v York S,t,a.
SITTING ON THE sT1LE.
She turned the music swiftly DER,
Her lovely color came and went,
She tossed her jaunty hat aside
And SGT before the instrument.
The ivory keys her ivory hands
Touched with master touch, the while
With sweetest voice she sang thnt.s sweet
Old song. I'm Sitting on the Stile."
He softly stole within tho room
To hear her sing; entranced he sat
Upon the most convenient chair,
The chair that held her jaunty hat
Sac turned and looked with anguished eve,
He turned and looked with sickly smile
Boheld the ruin he had wrought
And said, I'm Sitting on the Style"
Mrs. George archibald, in Tid-Bits.
SORRY He HID Il BOUND TR1
TICKET.
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